We drove through heavy traffic, but with ease. I began sharing my "to do " list with Jack enumerating all the things there were to do. At one point, he held up his hand and told me to stop. I did not take the hint and kept going telling him things he needed to do too. Not good!
He told me twice that he wanted his sweet, calm Meredith, but I was on a roll. He told me I was barking and he told me I was bossy and sassy. I kept going ignoring his request to quiet down. We were getting close to home and all of a sudden, Jack spanked my thigh and told me not to say another word. I know that look and I know that spank. It has been a long time since a spanking and I tried to quiet down, but no such luck. We had been headed for trouble ever since that first hug at curbside at the airport.
Jack pulled the car into the garage and told me to go upstairs. I gave him a big sigh and knew I was in trouble. I told him I wanted to talk. He said that I had done enough talking. He pointed upstairs and I knew I was in for it.
When he walked into the bedroom, I still had on my jacket. He told me to take off my pants and no stalling. This was happening. He got the paddle out of his drawer and turned to face me. My pants were on the floor and the paddle was in his hand. He stood close and put his hand on my head pulling me close. He quietly said that we did not have time for getting back on track slowly. We would be getting back on track right now. He sat down and put me between his legs. I still had my jacket on, but he did not notice. I knew better than to try to ask him not to spank. He put me over his knee and pulled down my panties and got to work on my bottom. I could not hold still and he held me tight. Finally he brought me up and told me that he needed me calm. Did I understand? I was very teary eyed and I kept nodding my head, not wanting any more of that paddle. We talked about how things had gone wrong and what I needed to do to make things right. If I couldn't make things right, we would be right back here. Back over I went for Jack's famous "finishing up".
He helped me off with my jacket and I headed for the shower checking my bottom in the mirror. Really, it has been a while since that kind of a spanking and I do not want a repeat any time soon.
Let me tell you something. When it is time for a spanking, your whole world shrinks to your bottom, his paddle and the desire to just get through this. Hindsight, I had acted horribly. I did not listen to what Jack wanted. I wanted control and in my heart of hearts, I do know that he has the control. It is very hard for me to make transitions after being away, but I know Jack will be there whether I like it or not. In the car ride home, I knew to get quiet. I just could not seem to do it. I had an agenda and I completely ignored what Jack wanted from me. It has been a while since that kind of spanking. I really did not want to share it, but you do need to know. I do not like putting it out there. Sometimes there is no other way to get peace back into our home and sharing is the way to help get back on track. Right?
We spanked women talk about the afterglow from a spanking like this one. I feel loved and bright eyed when I look at Jack. However my bottom is on fire still.
I do sometimes stumble and revert back to the old ways. I do not like the way things used to be with the continual struggle for control. It never felt good.
I thought about the way I came off that plane barking, sassy and ornery. Jack saw immediately what I needed and made it happen. We are back to calm and the peace has been restored. There is peace and calm in our home and a wife with a mighty sore bottom.
So how is the peace at your house?